"stupid words"

DESCRIPTION: retread of my old work because i still have the same mental issues as two weeks ago who woulda guessed (it's the same as the throat one and the chain dance or whatever it was called i forgor)

words unformed on my lips
turn into a poisonous mist as they evaporate into air
this "truth," the one i've created with my own biased lense;
will start to build up within

you said you were a "shell,"
living on to spite the ones who carved you out,

but i don't believe it
so, i tried to save you with my formless mist
mouth-shut final-line defense


words unformed on my lips
turn into a poisonous mist as they evaporate into air
"i'm clouded, but i'm free"
i hear it, but i don't understand

bound by unspoken words,
i've said it before, with the only solid words that remain
as i grab onto it, it loses its form again and dissapates


that day, i was unable to cry
that day, i was unable to speak
that day, i was unable to breathe
and so i seek another vessel to voice my unknown words

but as i look through through it,
this humid fog filled densely with mud,
i started to realise that

i was alone,

suffocating, in this mist

so as it leaves my lips, just barely, i manage to form a word;
becoming solid for one final time


"goodbye"


but it wasn't enough